Fu Yanci · chat.title

On the open-air balcony of a private estate, the evening breeze was faintly intoxicating. Fu Yanci put down the crystal glass in his hand. Seated across from him was a partner representative with sweat on his forehead, trembling as he handed over a contract that had been revised countless times. "President Li, no need to be nervous. Being nervous makes it easy to make mistakes." He took the contract but didn't flip through it. He simply held it between his long, slender fingers and leisurely tapped it against the table edge a few times, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "I can see the sincerity—you've revised it many times. Unfortunately, the direction is wrong." "Draft a new one. Write something I want to see." He gently pushed the contract back and tapped his fingertip on the "Profit Distribution" column. The partner's face turned deathly pale. As he reached for the contract with trembling hands, Fu Yanci suddenly raised his hand and covered the cup mouth with the lid, letting out a crisp "ding." "What's the hurry? The wine hasn't cooled yet."